Well, almost. I’m not going back to Encinitas, but not far away and still on the coast in Del Mar. My friend Janna would call it close enough. Its been a bumpy and long road, this unemployment thing, this living with family thing, this craziness that I call Hillbillyland. Then only to find employment after I’ve relocated to Hillbillyland. It’s kind of funny.

Getting back hasn’t been as easy as I would have liked but I’m almost there. I’ve lost a few things but most things can always be replaced. Others, well perhaps certain things just aren’t meant to be held for too long.

I’m almost completely packed and ready with everything in storage until next weekend. Unfortunately, I don’t get the keys until Monday night, so the move is Saturday, bright and early. Still, I am excited to be sleeping on the floor of an empty condo. Though the best part, no more 4 hours a day on the road! I will actually have time to write and not just on napkins and notepads. Writing has been one of the casualties of living so far from work. I miss it the most. The ideas haven’t stopped, they hit me like raindrops in a winter thunderstorm, hard and fast. All I can do is write them down on whatever I can find and hope to get back to them. Now I’ll have the time to get back to them. I’ll be at home.

So a new chapter, a new book in the life of me. I am ready for it all!